I'm taking another Dubai weekend – I've booked the hotel already and tomorrow I just need to discuss it with my boss as I'm planning on taking Thursday off. Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Oman Mobile!

I'm taking another Dubai weekend – I've booked the hotel already and tomorrow I just need to discuss it with my boss as I'm planning on taking Thursday off. Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Oman Mobile!

… Mama swaps the jellies for a floatie – looooooool Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Oman Mobile!

… Mama swaps the jellies for a floatie – looooooool Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Oman Mobile!

Hello my little pretties! Sorry but these past two days I’ve been busy busy busy! Forgive me. Yallah enjoy!

xx- D.

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Fahad: I love you.

Noura: What? *confused*

Fahad: Always have. Always will.

Noura: Who the hell are you ?

Fahad: I should have never let you go Noura… My Nouni.

Continuing…

Noura: Ok, I’m leaving now.

Fahad: Nouni wait please *grabbing my hand*

Noura: DONT TOUCH ME !

I pushed him away and started walking to the house. With every step, an even stronger heart beat. I felt betrayed for some reason. This man was my friend. Someone I leaned to for comfort. I trusted him. And now he throws “I love you” at me.

Tears started running down my face. Once I reached home I hurried up, didn’t bother to say hello to everyone. They all yelled out my name But I just slammed the door. Seeing people now would just make me more upset. But ofcourse I was in my parents house which ment that privacy is a ho-ha word.

Mother: 7beebty wsh feeki ?

Noura: Mama please, I really want to be alone right now.

Yasser: Shfeeh?

Noura: Yasser please get out. All of you get out.

Mother: Yasser make sure no one interupts, I want to speak with your sister in private.

Yasser: 7ather.

Mother: Yalla 7beebty tell me what’s upseting you.

Noura: Dont worry about me mama, it’s nothing you can help me with.

Mother: Let me guess…. *sigh* Fahad… ?

Noura: W-what ?

Mother: What happend?

Noura: … He said that he…

Mother: It’s ok 7beebty.

Noura: Loves me…

Mother: I know.

Noura: You what ?!

Mother: I know baby..

Noura: OK ! *getting up* NOW SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON !!

Mother: Sit down. We have a long night ahead of us.

We sat up in my bedroom for over two hours just talking. The thing was that Fahad and I used to be an item. I was 17 and he was 20 when we dated. We were together for two years, until my accident.

We met through mutual friends. Then later on found out to be related. My mom knew all about it and so did his, they were thrilled. They let us be free and did not interfere knowing we were mature and knew what we were doing.

Mother said that we were madly in love and spent all our time together. Then one night Fahad and I were on our way home when some jerk went a red light and crashed into us. Fahad got a broken leg and a few bruises. As for me, I was in a coma.. for six months.

Fahad blamed himself for the accident. Before the crash he leaned in to kiss me, he just turned his head for a second. He felt so guilty that he thought I was better off without him. Which is why he went abroad to study in the U.S.

When I awoke I had lost most of my memory, including Fahad and our entire relationship. Everyone thought it would be best if they didn’t tell me. They knew that if they re- freshed my memory of him I would get depressed and be filled with guilt.

They wanted me to go off to University and to start a whole new life. And if Fahad and I ever crossed paths again they would introduce us as “just” family.

Fahad was well aware of the plan, and promised to stick to it. But I guess it killed him… lying to me.

Noura: Oh….my….god…. why didnt you tell me ? *crying*

Mother: We wanted to protect you.

Noura: How? By lying to me?

Mother: If we told you …

Noura: If you told me what mama? I would have gone after him and married him? Lived a wonderful life? Yeah… because that would make my life misreble *sarcastic tone*

Mother: 7beebty inty… He wanted this. I insisted on telling you but he refused. He wanted this for you. I couldnt force the boy.

Noura: Yes you could ! You said it yourself, that we were madly in love. This kind of was in your hands and you made it slip away.

Mother: 3eeb 3leeki ya Noura! Dont you dare put the blame on me ! I tried my best after that tragic incident to give you the best life.

Noura: *sigh* Mama… look at me now.. I’m married to a beast who wont grant me a divorce and my one true love got snatched out of my life. This is my hell.

Mother: St’3forallah… lat goleen kitha. I7mady rabik that your still standing on your own two feet.

Noura: Mama! Look at me !

Mother: I am 7beebty and do you know what I see ? I see a strong women. Yes, behind that beautiful face is pain… anger and fear but she’s still standing. You are a brave women Noura and I, your mother look up to you. You’ve been through hell and actualy put up with it. You took care of yourself…. You turned out to be the women I’ve always wanted you to be. I’m so proud of you and I love you so much.

My mother always knew how to give a speech. She always knew just what to say to make the pain go away.

She stayed with me for a few more minutes to tuck me in, just like when I was a little girl. Kissed my forhead and walked out the door leaving it a bit open for some light.. Just the way I liked it.

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Bader: Lol.. Well, i come here for.. um madree ya3nee afakkir.. oo lamman at’6ayag.. aw chithy ashyaa2…

He seemed very uncomfortable expressing how he felt..

Bader: Um.

Jumana turned to look at him..

Bader: What do you think of me?

Jumana: Huh? ;p

Bader: ya3neee shrayich feeeny???

Jumana: um.. ur okaay..

She blushed..

Jumana “ya3neee shbagoool?!!? Ur so hott and i love you.. wait.. i love him? ya7laiiily lamman a5arrif ;p”

Bader: im okai..?

Jumana: Shaso2aal ya3neee? u know ur a great person..

Bader: Bas kint ba3aref shloun itshoofeeny…

Jumana: Oo..

It was quite..

Bader: tara ma7ad y3aref 3an hal-mokan ’3aiirich..

Jumana smiled..

Jumana: Shma3na ana ya3nee??

Bader: Because

Jumana: Because shno?

Bader: Because kaaify ;p

Jumana: well thank u :)

Bader: 3ala shno?

Jumana: Inna u shared this with me.. chinna im special ;P;P;P

Bader: U r special..

Awkward..

Jumana: *nervous laugh* thank u..

She put her hands on the arm pad thingie… She felt something Cold..
She looked and it was his hand she looked at him.. and he was staring at her with a surprised look on his face.. she quickly pulled her hands away.. this all happened in a matter of seconds but it felt like hours for Jumana..

They both turned and faced the ocean..

Bader: A777! IL-ICE-CREAM AKEED THAAB!!.. :S

Jumana: weeeh! :P 7asafaaa..

Bader: take malich and eat it now gabel la ythoob..

Jumana turned to the back seat and leaned in to get them.. Bader froze.. her smell was mesmerizing to him.. She didn’t put allot of perfume.. but the Fruity anf floral smell of her hair escaped her laffaa.. and tingeled every part of baders body.. He Enhaled deep and hard afraid that the smell would go away.. Jumana turned around holding her ice-cream..

Bader: um.. 3adee ityeebeely ice-creamy?? ;p

Jumana: Lol.. ee 3ady :)

She turned around and reached for the bag.. while bader enhaled like a crazy man…

Jumana: Shno ice-creamic??
She said while still turning around..

Bader:..

Jumana: Bader..

Bader: Na3am..

Jumana: Shno your flavor?

Bader: uhh.. Mint..

Jumana urned back around with the mint in hand.. she handed it to Bader..

Bader: Mashkoooora :)

Jumana: il3afo..

He started eating his mint ice-cream with delight.. iltifat to Jumanas side and saw her holding her ice-cream cup with a dazed expression..

Bader: Jumana shfeech? ;p

Jumana: Huh?? mafeeny shay..

Bader: Laissh ma ga3d takleen?

Jumana: nisaaait :P

She started eating her rainbow sherbet..

Bader: Malich shaklaa latheeth ;p

Jumana: Tabee??

Bader: Laa ;p 3ady mal yahhal..

Jumana: SHAKO?

Bader: haha ;p yahel…

Jumana: Shdaa3waa.. itha mishtiheey i5ith

Jumana “haha bafashlaah ;p”

Bader “ya3neee bitfashilnee :P awareeha”

Bader: eee abeee..

Jumana: O-ok..

Bader grabbed her spoon..

Bader: Mabyy asta5dim gafshity.. ba3dain y5arrib il-flavor..

Jumana didnt know what to say..

Bader: Tishtiheeen min 3ogby? ya3nee ma tloo3 chabdich?? ;)

Jumana “Abaaaih!!! 7mar!!!!!”

Jumana: uh..

Bader: Ya3nee 3ady?? ;P

Jumana: Huh?

He grabbed her spoon..

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7addaaaaa maly 5ilg akammmil!! i feeel reaaaaaally sick ba6nee y3awernyy 7aaail! ..
well.. maybe next weeekend :-)

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15/05/01

She’s gone. She’s not here. She left. She left…me. She left all of us. Her loved ones, family and friends. The only thing left of her, is her deadless corpse, laying still in front of me. Why did this have to happen? Why did this have to happen to Her? To Me? To Us? Why?

Friend: “3a’9aam Alla ajrkk u5ooy. Alla yr7amha w da5elha fasee7 jannatah Inshalla.”

He patted my shoulder. My eyes were filling up again, I needed her. I missed her. I can’t live without her.

Me: “Ameen, Alla ysma3 mnkk. O shukran, walla ma etga9rr.”

Friend: “7abeeb walla. Ma sawainaa shay, yalla Salaam. Deer balk 3ala nafskk.”

I can’t! She’s not with me! I’m lost right now! I’m shattered and broken into pieces!

Me: “Inshalla. Faman Alla.”

Time had passed and I was at the funeral, people passing by one after the other mourning. Mourning my loss. Mourning her death. My love, my life, my everything…is gone, and God knows when I’ll see her, meet her, hug her, tell her she’s safe now, her in my arms. Tell her and comfort her, I’m here with her.

Its been two days since her death. Its been two days since she gave birth to the baby. I’m afraid of looking at it. I’m afraid of what will happen next. The last two days, I can’t sleep, eat, work nor think properly, all because of one unanswered question, whats going to happen next? How will I be able to bring up and raise this child alone, as a single parent? It hard enough that she passed away, all because of it. And now it comes and I’m confused.

“Asta’ghfur Alla wa atooba elayh. A3oo’tho bl Alla mn el shay6an el rajeem.” I kept repeating over and over again in my mind.

But its the truth, it all her fault. I can’t look into her big mothers eyes, jsut because she’s exactly the same, yet her life was taken away, because of her. She took her life away. Why? Why, please tell me, why?

“La 7awl wala 8oowat ela bl Alla el 3aly el 3a’9eem.”

No. No, I can’t say that. I can’t say its all her fault. Mskeena hal ma5loo8a, ma sawat shay. I know, bs ya3ni 7ata law, ma ynfa3 agool chii. It doesn’t work. It just doesn’t. I named her after her mother, Yara. She looks exactly like her, the only difference is that she has my lips. You may wonder that she’s still two days old, but it shows clearly. It really does. And these are the only two things I could make out of her, her mothers eye’s and my lips.

My mother says its normal, shay mn Alla. So what to do, the only thing I can is that I pray for her and wish her peace.

Mother: “7abeeby, yumma, taby ayeeb Yara 3ndk, t7’9nha shway?”

I was lost in my thoughts, thinking deeper and deeper but not seeming to reach anywhere, when my mother came in the room. When I realised she said her name, my Yara, I cringed a little. I still couldn’t get that she was gone, my beloved wife, gone forever.

Mother: “7abeeby, feek shay? Taby ayeeb lk shay tshriba, takla?”

I felt like my tongue was tied and I couldn’t loosen it up, but I finally managed to.

Me: “Na3am? Ee ee, yeebeha.”

My mother left and went to get her. When she came back she carefully put her in my arms, as I wrapped my big arms around her tiny figure. She was light, Mashalla, so petite. She seemed so delicate and fragile, so oh very tiny. Her eyes were closed, she was asleep. I kept staring at her, not knowing wether to swing her from side to side gently or to keep still.

Later on, at night, my mother put the baby down in her crib and went to her room. I sitting on the edge of my bed, wondering, thinking about my next step, but I couldn’t think straight. I stared at her for a while and then laid on my bed, trying to go to sleep since I’ve been sleep deprived these past two days.

When i first laid my head on the pillow, her smell hit my head. It was a lovely vanilla honey scent. I remember when I first used to wake up, I’d always put my arms around her and hug her, sinking my head into her hair and smell it.

I miss my baby so much. However, the smell made it harder for me to sleep, and so I sat up, thinking some more. But like the usual, getting to nowhere. Hours had passed by and I was still awake, when I hear a loud a painful sharp shrieking sound.

I jump in my place, startled by the scream I just heard. I look over my shoulder and see the baby crying. I couldn’t move, I froze in my place. I called for my mother several times.

Me: “Yumaaaa, yumaaaaaa!”

I called her for countless times and the baby was screaming louder and louder. She finally came in, with a bottle of milk in her hand.

Mother: “3adel, shfeek? Kany knt asawy el 7aleeb. Wnt Alla yhadaak, goom sheelha 3al agal. Try to comfort her.”

I didn’t answer back. I stayed frozen, staring at the floor. The baby was still crying and I couldn’t take in anymore, I ran out of the room with my keys in my pocket and got into the car. I could hear my mother calling behind me, but I didn’t stop. I kept on running.

I drove and drove, stepping on the gas harder than ever. I wasn’t thinking properly and I didn’t now where I was going. I couldn’t take it anymore that I suddenly skidded to a stop, I look around me to know that I’m in Al Wakra city, by the beach, more specifically.

15/05/09

Its been eight years now, since she passed away. And just two days ago was my sweet Yara’s birthday. She’s seven now and is just like her mother exactly. She just had one feature of mine, the lips. She was beautiful, wonderful, cute, and everything. She had her mothers perfect nose, big glistening eyes, shiny pitch black wavy hair and chin.

Unfortunately, that day was a day I’d never forget too. It was the day she came and asked this question…

Yara: “Baba, I want o ask you a question?”

Me: “Gooly baba, gooly.”

I pulled her up and sat her on my lap.

Yara: “Bs Baba la tz3al, okaaaay?”

Alla ysatrr.

Me: “Gooly baba 7abeebty, shfeech?”

Yara: “Baba, ana always when I come back from school, I see Hanoufa’s mom come take her, but me Cindy always come take me, and Cindy mo mamaty.”

I stayed silent. What should I say, that your mother died while giving birth to you. No. No, she wouldn’t understand.

Yara: “Baba, helloooooo. Baba, wain my Mama?”


Me: “7abeebty, Yara. Shoofy, inty my baby, you’re one of a kind. Y3ni you’re special. Mama went to a special place too, she went up there. But you’ll be with her one day, and she’ll have a big surprise for you. Ok 7abeebty, just think of it, inty unique. You’re my lovely baby, and you’ll see Mama, but not now, 7abeebty.”


Yara: “Mhmmm, but enta sure ena Mama fi el special place foog?”


Me: “Ee baba.”


Yara: “Ok Baba, see. If Mama is in the special place then I’m happy, but is she waiting for me?”


Me: “7abeeebty, akeed she is, she’s waiting for us all, especially you, Yartyy.”


Yara: “Ok then, thank you Baba 7abeeby. Come I’ll give you a kiss.”


Me: “Hehe, yalla 3a6eeny kiss.”


Yara: “MUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”


Me: “I love you 7abeebty.”


I gave her a hug and tear fell down from my eye.


Yara: “Baba, laish et9ee7?”


Me: “3ashan I’m happy I have you.”


I hugged her even harder.


Yara: “Hehehe ok baba ok, but I can’t breathe now!”


Me: “Hehe 7ayaty inty. Yalla go play with Jasoomy and Jala.”


Yara: “Byeee, Baba Baba t3al I forgot to tell you something.”


She came and climbed on my lap and whispered into my ear “I Love You too!”, and she ran away giggling.


Now, I realise I’m lucky, I really am. I have Yarty and Um Yara is in a special place. And someday will be reunited. Hathy n3ma mn Alla, better than anything. W a7md raby o ashkira, because in the end, its 8a’9aa o 8adar. Alla yr7mich Yara, oo Alla y7af’9ich my baby. And I’m really thankful.

3adel…

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Zaina: oh Bader! Shlonik?

Bader: L 7imdillah Zain intay shlonich?

Zaina: b5air L 7imdillah

Bader: Faro0o0o0o0o0o0o7 o Swaairaa!!! Wallah w kibartaw w 9irtaw 7areem ;)

Sara & fara7: heehehehehhehee

Bader: ee 9ij ma 3arraftkum hathi L walda…o hathi i5ti…fa6o0m

Zaina (smiled and went to sallim 3alaihum): Hala 5alti…

Um Bader: hala hala bnayti…intay Zaina 9a7?

Zaina: *smiling* ee

Um Bader: ee..winni3im…mashallah 3alaich waaayiid 7ilwa…

Zaina: *blushing* 3yo0nich L 7ilwa 5alti..

Um Bader kept staring at Zaina from head to toe…and Zaina was freaking out…then fara7 and sara came to sallim…

Waaay abbaaaih bas la it6al3eeni wallah a7is inna feeni shay ’3ala6! Oo 9ij ma sallamt 3ala fa6o0m…mashallah kbarat…

Zaina: Fa6o0oma shlonich:>?…mashallah kabrana o 9ayra 7ilwa…

Fa6o0ma: hehhehehee…L7imdillah ana Zaina…

Zaina: Nshallah dom…..

Bader:*interrupting* yallah i7na binro07…*looking at Zaina* nsho0fkum NshAllah..

Um Bader *5izzing Zaina*: Yallah 7abeebti NshAllah nifra7 feech o nsho0fich 3aro0s…ma3a L salama

Zaina:*blushing*……umm…ma3a L salama

Bader winked at Zaina and left

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Zaina~

Zaina sat on the table and shared a silent moment with sara and Fara7…

Zaina: Ughhhh…la7a’6taw?

Sara and fara7 stared at each other..

Sara: 8a9dich um Bader?

Zaina: eee…5arri3atni ;p

Fara7: eee moo 9ij shlon ga3da it5izzich min fog lay ta7at!

Zaina: waaay bas 5ala9 siktaw…a7rijatni yom galat inshallah nifra7 feech..!

Fara7 (6affiring her): she meant u and bader…^^

Sara (6affering her too): eee 3ad Bader 9ayir mazyo0o0o0on ;)

Zaina: heeey intay wihya shinu me and Bader!? waain ga3deen?

Sara: shfeech a9lan ohwa kan killa ur romeo ib highscho0l

Zaina 5izzed her continuosly..

Fara7: lah lah lah…chithee ahantay Romeo L 9ijji!

Sara: haw?! minu romeo L 9ijji

Fara7: *pointing at the table infront of them* umm…right here…i guess?!

Zaina: *looking*HuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *blushing*Abbbaaaaih! 7amad!

Sara: 7amad wild yeerankum?!! as in ur Ketchup?!

Zaina: eee wild yeeranna o ba3dain shinu ur ketchup?!

Fara7: well he’s hot o he’s obviously interested *winking*

Zaina: it7irro0n! ifff o wain Basma!? kil hatha 6ireej!?

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7amad~

7amad: Fakka ma ba’3a yro07!…shifta shlon i6ali3ha?

Fawwaz (whispering): o99999 7amad fi’6a7tna! F9ail Lail7een mawjo0d!

Fai9al: shfeekum ittisasiron?

7amad: laa wala shay bas….

Fawwaz (intterupting): nisait bo0ki bil sayyara…

Fai9al: *lifting one eyebrow up* o laish tabi bo0kik dam 7amad ib yidfa3?

Fawwaz: haaa??…ughh…la bas kint abi a6alli3 ra8am sharika min L business card malhum…

fai9al (moo im9addig): eeeeeeeee….

ashwa inni 9ij nasi b0o0ki…

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Fawwaz got up and went to his silver car…He saw a girl with brown curly hair, wearing a white dress parking next to his car…he smiled..

mashallah mamlo07a…

he went to open the passenger’s door, he didn’t notice the girl getting out of her car…he pulled the door open…

Basma (angry tone): *rubbing her elbow* aaaaaaa77777!

Fawwaz turned around…istaw3ab inna he’s the one who hit her..

Fawwaz: uughhh..asif

Basma (still holding her elbow):…………………………..

Fawwaz: *looking in her eyes* asif ma shiftich ti6li3een…ta3awwartay?

she has the prettiest tiny eyes i’ve ever seen…heehheheehee

Basma: *sa66ilat ib wayha* ee…ummm…a89id la..

waaaay zo0o8a!

Fawwaz (noticing her red elbow): *again* asif wallah ma kint adri..

iiffff Fawwazo0 shfeek kil shway wil thanya asif o asif…bas 5ala9 w9alat Lma3lo0ma!

Basma: ummm *blushing* 7a9al 5air

shit a7is inni 9irt 7amra!…ma la da3i L blushing! killish ma la da3i…

Fawwaz stayed silent and smiled..

Basma:………..

oh oh 3inda ’3ammaza! OMG itshawwig!Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh… i think i’m falling in love with it..hehhehehee ;p

they kept staring at each other silently…

go0l shay ya ’3abi lay mita ibtig3ad it5izha!?

ring ring ring ring…;p <———kaifi ana 3indi chithee L phone irrinno0n ;p

Basma: Alo0..kani kani L7een badish…shasawwi ba3ad za7ma…iffff…kani yaya…BYE!

she closed the phone and walked away…Fawwaz smiled and followed her inside…each went to his table..

Zaina~

Zaina: ifff sina! ma ba’3aitay!

Basma: sorry bas ligait masfa6

basma sat near Zaina…sara and Fara7 kept chatting and igrigin about Sara’s upcoming wedding

P.S. she’s gonna marry her cuzin, his name is Msa3ad… ;)

Zaina: Baso0o0om shfeech?

Basma: haaaa?? la ma feeni shay…*looking forward*

Zaina: *waving her hand infront of Basma* woaaaah ib shinu sar7ana?

Basma: *blushing* tawwa shift wa7id bil parking lot 7adda zo0’3a

Zaina: okk…its not the first time u see a cute guy ya3ni…

Basma: la bas he’s bil table illi jiddamna…o he can’t stop staring…

Zaina: hahahahaha…zain waina? warreeni iyya…

Basma: kahu…sitting next to the guy wearing the blue polo..

Zaina: huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!!!

Basma: haw shfeech?

Zaina: Fawwaz?!

Basma: laish it3arfeena?

Zaina: shlon ma a3arfa? a3arfa w a3arif illi yamma ba3ad!

Basma: 9ijj?? minu?

Zaina: hatha Ketchup!

basma: CHATHABA!…abbaaaih Zayo0n ishawwig!

Zaina: haaa? ee yimkin…bas moo wayid…OMG they’re coming…
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7amad~

7amad: hathi rifeejat Zaina…waayid asho0fha ib dar Zaina..

Fawwaz: 9ij? shisimha?

7amad: wallah ma athkir 3adil bas chinni sima3t.ha itnadeeha Basma…

Fawwaz: aaaahh…*day dreaming*

7amad: go0m go0m 5ansallim 3alaihum…fashla akeed daraw 3anna…

Fawwaz: haa? ee ee yallah go0m..

7amad and fawwaz left Fai9al alone sitting on the table…he didn’t even notice them he was too busy eating..;p

7amad: Salam 3alaikum…Zaina shlonich?

awkwaaardd! wallah its really awkward! its really weird talking to him 3ugub illi 9ar ams..

Zaina: Umm…L 7imdillah b5air..

Fawwaz: hala Zaina shlonich…

Zaina: L 7imdillah..

Zaina introduced them to each other..Fawwaz was staring at Basma…and 7amad felt weird talking to Zaina after what happened yesterday he’s not used to being nice to her…she felt the same way…sara and Fara7 were giggling and whispering to each other …”9ar double date…hehehheheheee xD” ;p …they finished their 5 min. chat and each went to his table…
………………………………………
Bader~

knock knock knock…*bader’s room door*

Bader: tfa’6al…

Um Bader: hala yumma Bader…

Bader: hala yumma…

Um Bader: bs 7abbait as2ilik…int mit2akkid min 8ararik?

Bader: eee yumma…yimkin hatha L shay L wa7eed illi kint mit2akkid minna 6o0l
3omri…

Um Bader: 7abeebi wlaidi…wallah w kibart w 9irt rayyal…5ala9 3ayal damik
mit2akkid…Allah ywafgik o yifta7ha ib wayhik dinya w a5ra…ana baro07
ago0llihum…

Bader just smiled and watched his mom get out of his room with tears filling her
eyes…..

P.S. if ur wondering about whats happening in boring chilis…tara ma 9ar shay…bas stares,smiles…o those kind of stuff…o Zaina still didn’t tell Basma or Fara7 about what happened last night…o Bader…u never know whats gonna happen to him ;)

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End Of Part 9……..

E7m e7m.

Dear love,

Where did you go? I miss you,

really man, I am sad. I

speak for all of us when I say that we love you, and we are

begging you to come back, we will kiss your feet, maybe

not them but me! I love you Love;** come back ;( please?

Love,

SSS

heeeey!! faj2a yanii sho3oor aktib shay.. il mohim A7ibkuuuuuum wayed wayed WAYED!! hehe.. adree 6awalt 3alaikom oo ana mo mit3amda bs I am studying.. OO PLEASE PLEASE id3ooli anja7 this upcoming test. THIS TEST IS IMPORTANT !! uughhhh ! bs inshalla i’ll try to post today! ba’3a9eb nafsi ;D 3ashnkom :D

-Me :D

I don’t know why I felt cheated..!! It was the first thing I did in the morning, after trying to push away the thoughts of a dream, I know nothing actually happened between us, and I know that the highlight of our relationship was finishing a bo…

I don’t know why I felt cheated..!! It was the first thing I did in the morning, after trying to push away the thoughts of a dream, I know nothing actually happened between us, and I know that the highlight of our relationship was finishing a bo…

So what happened to.. Love ;** ? and Teenager At Sea ? and Always and Forever ?   If you’re reading this… We miss you…   :(   UPDATE: LOVE IS BACK!!!! Shiftay shkether people love you? :) Teenager At Sea has gone private but still here, love ya babe :** Always and Forever is still MIA :(   ANOTHER UPDATE: Wain Um Loai??!! She’s gone tooo!!! :/ I hope everything’s fine..

Bo Mish3al’s phone was ringing non-stop, as he and Um Mish3al just sat on the dinning table to have lunch.”Bo Mish3al, akhaf its important.. sheela shoof mino dag hal kither ” Um Mish3al told her husband in a some-what concerned voice.” ilwa7ed mayakil…

Shrayik bas fy her jellies? Looooool – wallah iny fa9alt 3alaihum oo 7ata 9awart-ha labsat-hum. Loooooool Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Oman Mobile!

Shrayik bas fy her jellies? Looooool – wallah iny fa9alt 3alaihum oo 7ata 9awart-ha labsat-hum. Loooooool Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Oman Mobile!

A man and a woman who had never met before,but who were both married to other people,

found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a trans-continental train.

Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly, he in the upperberth and she in the lower.

At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying,……….

‘Ma’am, I’m sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I’m awfully cold.’

‘I have a better idea,’ she replied ‘Just for tonight,…….. let’s pretend that we’re married.’

‘Wow!…………………. That’s a great idea!’, he exclaimed.’

Good,’ she replied. ………….’Get your own fucking blanket.’

After a moment of silence, ………………….he farted.

The End

until next time

xoxoxox

Photo taken from : http://www.flickr.com/photos/telegdys/3377187615/Fortune cookie of the Day :”Win as if you were used to it, lose as if you enjoyed it for a change.”Eric Golnik

- Reemas -

I went to bed the other day at 3. The 5 of us; Sa7ar, Sammar, Sara, Nayif, and me were all sitting around the table in the red room having dinner, except for Summar.

Summar joined us later on. she was in her room online when we came back from our late night cruise. Ya7laihaa, she looked so happy, o wajiha emnawr like the day of her engagement. She had already had dinner with her fiancee and she was gushing about him over dinner. Alla yhaneehum Inshalla.

Nayif. Oh, Nayif. I couldn’t help but smile whenever I heard his name, or whenever he was mentioned in our small talk sometimes. Yesterday at dinner, I was even happier. He was sitting right in front of me, eating away. He was smiling all the time too, and as long as he was smiling, I was too. What was he thinking of that could possibly make him smile his crooked smile, anyways, Inshalla etdoom hal ebtsama ya raab!

Sa7ar, her crazy and usual self, was all smiley after that cruise; lets just say something exciting happened, couldn’t stop teasing Sammar about Fahad, her fiancee.

- Sa7ar -

I woke up this afternoon at 2, having enough sleep. I washed up, prayed and went outside in the living room o salamt 3ala Baba, Mama o el bgaya. Half an hour later I went to my room and opened my laptop.

While it started up, I got lost deep into my thoughts, and thats when I remembered a scene from the night before. Hehe, so cute walla.

FLASHBACK!

Sara: Sa7ar 5alna nnzl Starbucks 9oob esharat Ramada, natures calling!

Me: AHAHAH! I like the way you put it ‘Natures calling’. Hehe, well can’t you wait lain ma nrj3?

Reemas: Haiii 9aa7 Sa7ar, ‘Natures calling’, HAHA I REALLY like the way you put it! Haii, ma feech tstanain lain ma no9al el bait?

Sara: NOOOO! I might sound like a baby, bs la ma feeni! Yalla!

We drove to Starbucks, parked the car and went in. I ordered a Caramel Frapp, and Reemas got a bottle of water while Sara went up the stairs to the bathroom.

Next thing I know ena fii wa7d ga3d ykalmni but in an indirect way…

Guy: Et9adg ya flaan, fii nas ana mt2akid shayifhum bs I’m not sure wain. O la b3d, shayfha akthar mn mara b3d.

Flan: Mthl ma gltlk mn gabl, what a small world!

He was sitting in the table infront of us and they were really close to us, and he was facing me while Reemas had her back to his friend, Flan.

I tried to keep a straight face but Reemas strated giggling, o 6ab3an that didn’t help.

Guy: Walla iny shayifha, bs aby a’thkrr wain. Et9adgg ya Flan, Mashalla tabarak el ra7maan! Jamalha ma la 7aal walla!

I was staring at the floor when I heard what I said. Jamalha m ala 7aal?!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAh, 3ad yaraiit law el nas y8adroon bs! I suddenly lift up my head and our eyes lock with each other. The end of my lips started curving up into a smile.

Guy: Its coming back to me, el Ritz, days ago.

When he said that he gave me a wink. So he knew who it was, but just wanted to make sure. I wondered off in my thoughts thinking days past, YES! YES, 3raftaaa! I was with Mama kna ntgahwa and he was infront of me.

I couldn’t help but smile when I remembered him. He was tall, slim, with bold and typical Qatari features; just the way I like them! The girls used to say that my choice in men was

plain, but this is how I liked them to be.

He was not ewww nor to die for, he was in between, just cute. The only dazzling feature was that he had dimples, and probably the cutest dimples I’ve seen on the planet earth! Hehe, ok I kind of sound geeky there, bs 9jj!

The guys left before us while we waited on Sara to come back, 7asafaa though, I wanted to take in his features as carefully as possible. Minutes later Sara tanzl and we all head back out to the car. When I got in I notice something white on the windshield of the GMC. I open the door and step outside. It was a paper, a white folded piece of paper. The wind was blowing a little harder than it did before we went in, and thankfully I got a hold of it before it flew. When I opened it…

Just to let you know, your beauty blinds me.
Mo 7aram 3alaich to what you’re doing to me! ;)
Between, I like a girl whose confident in whatever she’s in, and if you’re
guessing, its the GMC!

Hehe, 7ada cute! O la b3d ‘I like a girl whose confident in whatever she’s in…’, AHAHAHAHA 7ada eshawgg! When I got in I showed the girls the note, o 6ab3an,Sara, ma fhmat sh9ayrr. We sat and told her everything, and in her usual bright and happy self, she was jumping up and down mn el far7aa! Haha, I think that should be me, mo 9a7?!

END OF FLASHBACK!

- Nayif -

I woke upat 06:00 a.m., wel actually I had been awake all night but I was laying in bed trying to go to sleep. And at six I finally gave up and got up. I washed up, wore my trunks and went for a swim in the pool.

Ok, so today I’m going to announce my engagement…to Shougty, 8alby, 3umry, 7ayati, roo7y, and it never seems to end. Hehe. The water was cool, but not too cold. It was refreshign, and the best part of it that it was daylight, my favorite part of the day, since its rare that I get up this early in the morning. I stayed in the pool for about an hour and then went to shave and shower. A while later, I went up to the 9ala.

“Halla yumma, halla yubba.”, I kissed both of their foreheads.

“Halla 7abeeby, shlonk?”, both of them answered.

“Tmaam alla ysalmikum.”

“Ha Nayif, sh3ndk ga3d embachr?”, my mom asked.

“Ma shay yumma, ma yany noom.”

“Ee, w7na ngool sh6ary 3alaik.”, he said

I stayed with my parents for a little while and go back to my room. I laid down on my bed, 7ady ta3baan rayi7 feeha, bs ll 2asaf, the sleeping fairy won’t sprinkle the dust on me! I laid there for about half an hour when my mobile rings on the bed stand.

Incoming call. 7amanoo.

“Alloo…”, came in my muffled voice. I was half asleep and half awake by then.

“Nayoof, nayiim?”, 3abdlra7man said.

“La la kani 9a7yy, sh5barkk?”, I said sitting up straight.

“Ee ashwaa, tmaam. Wnt sh3loomk?”

“B5air Alla ysalmkk. Haa 7abeeby, a5bar el baar?”

“Walla, kany raj3 el Do7a. Esma3, mash’3ool wla?”

“Laa abad, zahgaan. Fii shay fi balikk?”

“Za3tar w Zeit, Soug Wagef?”

“Yalla, 5lall ni9 sa3a wana hnaak.”

“Yalla 7abeeby, ashoofk. Faman Alla.”

“Salaam.”

7aman was like a brother to me. I’ve known him since ayam el thanawiya, o r7na kamalna drasatna m3 ba3a’9. My best teenage memories were with him, of course.

I got up and went to 9ala and had some coffee and then back to my room. I changed into a pair of jeans and baby pink polo, put on some Gucci by Gucci pour homme perfume, grabbed my Ray Bans and keys, salamt 3ala umy w oboy 8abl la a6la3 o r7t.

On my way to Soug Wagef, I rolled down the windows and inhaled the fresh air, it too, was refreshing like the swim. Next thing I know, I was parking my car and getting down, making my way to Za3taar w Zeit. When it came in my range of sight, I saw 7aman sitting down. I waved my hand up and he did the same. Seconds later I’m exchanging formalities with him.

“Halla bl ’3alyy, halla! Ubboy, sh5baark?”, I said sitting down.

“Ya7lailkk, our soon to be m3rss. Ahaha, int ely wainkk, mo ana!”, she said laughing.


“Yalla zain 6eeer! Kany jdam 3yoonk! B3d a5baark?”


“7abeeby, I’m fine damik int fine. Inzain gooly, gltlhum?”


I instantly knew what he was talking about. Shoug. And our engagement.


“El yoom Inshalla.”


“Yalla 7abeeby, bl embarak.”


“Alla ybarik feek. Yalla 3ayal, n6lb?”


“Yalla….Excuse me.”


“Yes sir, what would you like to order?”, said the waiter.


“Yeah umm I’d like to have two saj’s please…umm…one Zaatar W Labneh, the other Jebneh Halloum, and one fern Mish Falafel with one freshly squeazed orange juice, thank you. Nayoof….”


“Yes and I’d like to have…uhh…I’ll have what he’s having except I’d like one saj Zaatar W Jebneh instead of the Zaatar W Labneh and I’ll have one lemonade. Thank you.”


“Your welcome. It’ll be 15 minutes.”


“B3d ya 7amaan, ha, won’t we hear any wedding bells for you any soon?”, I said teasing him.


“La yubba, taw el nass, 5alny astanas eb 7ayati ana bl awal 3ashan afar7 Mrs.Lucky wl e3yaal!”


“Waaaaaaaaay3aa 7amaaaaaan! AHAHA, Alla yg6a3 bleeskk, la b3d Mrs.Lucky, haa?”, I said cracking up.


“Ee yaaah! B3d mn 9jyy many ga3d a5ari6 jdamkk! BS you will hear them soon Inshalla…”


My eyes widening. 7AMAAAAANOOOOO BYTZAWAAAAJ! Hathaaa taw ytfalsaf!


“HAHAHA, int law bs etshoof shaklk! Ee 7abeeby, wedding bells…bs ll ’3airy! AHAHAHAHA! Walla shaklkk ma6nzaaa!”


“Enzain, gool minoo etha mo int!”, I said sarcastically rolling my eyes, 9ijj 7amaan hatha.


Sub7aan Alla, ma t’3ayar mn ayaam el thanawiyaa.


“T’thkr wa7id esma Jassim Al-Flani, ayaam el jam3a o koora bl mal3ab.”


“Weeeh laykoon Jassim ma ’3aira?”


“Ee na3am, Jassim. Jassim, ma ’3airaa.”


He told me about him o 5a6eb mn mna. When they bought our food, knt 7adyy yo3an, o la b3d rayi7 feeha. An hour later, mshainaa. We went seperate ways, since sayarta kant bl parking 3al 9oob el thany, while mines kan wara Le Gourmet.


Lama rja3t el bait, r7t el 9ala o ma lgait 7ad. Glt, yalla shwaray, 5alny a6ayibha eb nooma shwaay. And the next thing I knew, knt fii sabi3 nooma, la 7s wla 5abar!